Right Handed

My son saw his occupational therapist, Bethany, today.  I’d mentioned last week how we’d been doing some tests to see which hand was his dominant or more skilled hand to determine which hand he should write with.   Bethany agreed the results didn’t indicate a strong reason to move from his left hand to his right and sometimes it seemed better to leave things as they are but she would see how the session went today.

When she came out she told me he was switching hands frequently in the activities (painting, scooping, drawing) and said the reason was his hand was getting tired.   Bethany asked him which hand he preferred using and he told her his right hand.   She asked him several more times in various ways and he always said he wanted to use his right hand.

They spent the rest of the session with him using his right hand.   Frequently, when he would start to switch hands, Bethany would remind him he wanted to use his right hand and give him some tips on how to stretch and shake his hand while taking a quick break so his hand would be refreshed.

So as of today, we’re moving forward with a right-handed son instead of a left-handed one.   I’ll report back in a few weeks and tell you how it’s going.

The Big Boy Update:  My son created a “love spot” in the corner of their play room.  For the longest time the children weren’t that interested in stuffed animals but now they’re in high demand.   My son piled all of the stuffed animals into this one corner and flouncing on it told us, “this is my love spot.”  He also told us he has a sad spot and an angry spot, but right then he was all about the love spot.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter has discovered how to lock the doors in our house.   Not the outside doors, the inside ones with the little button on the them to keep people out of your bedroom.   She’s been very interested in which doors have locks and which don’t.   She didn’t understand why there wasn’t a lock on the inside of her closet door for example.    This afternoon marked the first time she locked herself in somewhere (the potty) because she wanted some privacy.   When she was done, she opened the door and came right out.